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March
Yesterday was the last day of the month. Although it was grey and misty outside I spent time earlier walking the yard just to get some air. The last snow has melted but we’re expecting another storm mid week. Spring… Continue reading
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September reflections
September’s weather never disappoints here, as temperatures level out in the low seventies. The sky is clear, and often a welcome breeze keeps the sun’s strong rays from stinging my skin. If I allowed myself, I’d be in the yard… Continue reading
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Holding patterns and endings
Yesterday morning, I was awakened by my phone which is rarely kept in my bedroom at night. My iPad keeps me company instead. If my phone rings, and it never does, then the wonders of modern technology will allow my… Continue reading
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I’m not a ‘content creator’
I think it was late 2006 after I had a complete hysterectomy that I discovered blogging. That wasn’t my intention. I’d gotten a new Mac for Christmas and had a couple of months of recovery ahead of me that involved… Continue reading
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A memory care visit: How will it go?
In a couple of hours, I’ll drive the short distance to where my mother has lived for a month: in memory care with others who are like her. They’re in their later years, and in cognitive decline. It’s taken me… Continue reading
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It could be worse.
“How long have I been here?” My mother asks this frequently. “Almost five months now.” I sound like a recorded message because I feel that way at this point. If my mother could retain anything she questions us about I’d… Continue reading
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August
August is not my favorite month. I’m not sure I’ve ever spent time thinking about this, but today it came up as I was writing my morning pages. The daily three pages of stream of conscious writing is a new… Continue reading
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The Garden that Came with a House
When I arrived in Maine to view the house I’d found while sifting through properties on the Internet, I already knew it came with a good sized yard. That was the most important piece of criteria outside of being able… Continue reading
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I Began with the Guest Room
I’ve lived in many houses in my life, but never an old house — that is, unless one considers the house we owned before the last, built in 1948, old. I’ve always been drawn to old houses and old places.… Continue reading
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When Pigs Fly
Early in January two years ago, I thought — no, believed that before the year had drawn to a close, we would be well on our way to living life much differently from what we were familiar with. Although daunting,… Continue reading
